I will find a way to have him. I must.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Spring Break
For this year's spring break, I was determined to not stay in Nebraska. I did that last year, thinking, "Oh! I'll work all week and earn a ton of money!" Which rocks, until you get off of work and realise that no one is in town, so there's nothing to do. One can only watch so many movies in a week. So. A couple friends and I road tripped it to Chicago to visit our friend, Nancy! My favorite part of the trip (besides all the new memories, clothes, and friends)? THIS GUY:
I will find a way to have him. I must.
I will find a way to have him. I must.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Old Balls
When did I get so old that HIGH SCHOOL kids were offering me weed?
My roommate's little cousins, 17, are in town for the Jason Aldene (sp? Sorry, Jason) concert and are staying with us for the weekend. After work, I walked into an apartment of drunkasses in cowboy hats (something I thought I'd have escaped upon leaving Texas Roadhouse...hm...). My roommate's cousin, whom I've met before, comes up to me and says "Erin! Do you want to smoke??" And naturally, sober as a judge, and with her being SEVENTEEN AND ALL, I thought "cigarettes!" So I replied, "No-I don't smoke, thanks. I think it's gross."
Then, ladies and gentlemen, I was hit with my first "you old people are so lame" look. Let me tell ya, those suckers hurt.
She then proceeded to pull out a pipe, a baggie, and head outside.
ONLY THEN did I realize that I had just been offered weed. And by someone my little brother's age, no less. Thus, further proving the oldness of my balls. :/
My roommate's little cousins, 17, are in town for the Jason Aldene (sp? Sorry, Jason) concert and are staying with us for the weekend. After work, I walked into an apartment of drunkasses in cowboy hats (something I thought I'd have escaped upon leaving Texas Roadhouse...hm...). My roommate's cousin, whom I've met before, comes up to me and says "Erin! Do you want to smoke??" And naturally, sober as a judge, and with her being SEVENTEEN AND ALL, I thought "cigarettes!" So I replied, "No-I don't smoke, thanks. I think it's gross."
Then, ladies and gentlemen, I was hit with my first "you old people are so lame" look. Let me tell ya, those suckers hurt.
She then proceeded to pull out a pipe, a baggie, and head outside.
ONLY THEN did I realize that I had just been offered weed. And by someone my little brother's age, no less. Thus, further proving the oldness of my balls. :/
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Why I must live alone....
....or at least with people less annoying.
Recently, I have been asking myself "who should I live with next year?" I ask this because the lease on my current apartment, the one I share with two people I rarely hung out with last year (Warning for all those 18 and younger: this is a MISTAKE!!! I'm sorry...let me rephrase that: A BIG MOTHERFUCKING MISTAKE!!!!) is up in August and I need to secure a lease somewhere else. Had I hung out with these people at all beforehand, I feel I might have been less inclined to having to deal with their ungodly amount of drama, uncleanliness, and forehead on a daily basis. *sigh* But alas, I was nieve. Needless to say, the past 8 months have left me more than a little gun-shy when it comes to living arrangements.
Suddenly, rooming with friends seems impossible. What if I end up hating them and the friendship I've had for years is tarnished....and then we can't get out of the lease and its RUINED?!
Rooming with coworkers now also seems unwise, simply for fear of not knowing them as well as I'd thought (we all know about history and its pesky little habit of repeating itself).
*I'm going to pause right here and let you know, blog family, that, at this exact moment, my two roomates, one boyfriend, AND one annoying sidekick friend are currently ACROSS THE APARTMENT SCREECHING at 1:06 am. Why you might ask? I wish I knew. Scratch that. No one should delve into those minds unless forced with a big stick. No, what I really wish is just for them to shut the hell up.*
Anywho, should I just live alone? That gets pricey and, well...lonely. Should I just bite the bullet, dive in, get back on the horse, use some more cliche's?
Bah. And I thought classes were stressful.
Recently, I have been asking myself "who should I live with next year?" I ask this because the lease on my current apartment, the one I share with two people I rarely hung out with last year (Warning for all those 18 and younger: this is a MISTAKE!!! I'm sorry...let me rephrase that: A BIG MOTHERFUCKING MISTAKE!!!!) is up in August and I need to secure a lease somewhere else. Had I hung out with these people at all beforehand, I feel I might have been less inclined to having to deal with their ungodly amount of drama, uncleanliness, and forehead on a daily basis. *sigh* But alas, I was nieve. Needless to say, the past 8 months have left me more than a little gun-shy when it comes to living arrangements.
Suddenly, rooming with friends seems impossible. What if I end up hating them and the friendship I've had for years is tarnished....and then we can't get out of the lease and its RUINED?!
Rooming with coworkers now also seems unwise, simply for fear of not knowing them as well as I'd thought (we all know about history and its pesky little habit of repeating itself).
*I'm going to pause right here and let you know, blog family, that, at this exact moment, my two roomates, one boyfriend, AND one annoying sidekick friend are currently ACROSS THE APARTMENT SCREECHING at 1:06 am. Why you might ask? I wish I knew. Scratch that. No one should delve into those minds unless forced with a big stick. No, what I really wish is just for them to shut the hell up.*
Anywho, should I just live alone? That gets pricey and, well...lonely. Should I just bite the bullet, dive in, get back on the horse, use some more cliche's?
Bah. And I thought classes were stressful.
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